"Mr. Woo, I'm sorry to disturb your uh... work... but do you really need to surgically hobble all of these doves to make them look like they're flying in slow motion? Couldn't we just slow it down in post?" John Woo closes his eyes, reluctantly setting down his scalpel. "... Are we artists, or are we whores?" "Uh... artis-" "Good. Now set up the "Ving Rhames steps in poop" scene. I'll be there in a minute."